There’s another story of a young couple from the NC mountains during the Civil War. He got conscripted so she cut her hair and wrapped her chest with a bandage and enlisted in his unit. They pulled it off until she got hurt and the camp surgeon discovered he was a she.
She was discharged so he got nekkid and rolled around in poison ivy. The surgeon couldn’t figure out it out so he was discharged and went back home and she nursed him back to health.
The two became renegade bandits until the war was over.
Thanks! I enjoy a good love story! :)
“Private Sampson, how come we never see you peeing standing up?”
I did Rev War during the Bicentennial years. For men, taking a whiz wearing 18th century britches is simple with its barn door front. No. 2 requires first getting out of your helmet, crossbelts, regimental coat, and undoing several buttons.
How she kept that and her personal hygiene secret is lost to history. Thankfully so.